I vowed to blog daily for the 40 days of Lent, but I’m honestly too sleepy to string together more than a few coherent sentences. Work was long and hard, the boys had baseball practice, Ollie needed help practicing his recorder, and Jason had to go on a plumbing emergency service call. This Monday kicked my ass.
I had huge plans for this afternoon. I wanted to finish a video for Harry’s basketball team, finish a blog post that’s been percolating for months, get caught up on laundry, grocery shop, and get a head start on a work project with a tight deadline. The best-laid plans…
While I’m still adjusting to being back in a full-time role, I’m taking every pain to make the best of this opportunity and I’m learning some stuff along the way.
Today is my brother’s birthday. If you don’t know Jeremy, I’m sorry. He’s one of those people everybody loves. I’m sure many of you think your siblings are wonderful. You’re probably right, at least about some of them, but I insist that my brother is the coolest.
I must be a glutton for punishment because I’m an active LinkedIn user. After years of recruiting, I suppose it’s a habit to log on daily, but some days I wonder why I put myself through the torture.
For most of 2019 writing was a big part of my life. I spent several hours every day being creative, interacting on social media, thinking about how to convey my message to a larger audience. I was meeting new people, and reconnecting with old friends while learning about myself.
I’m starting a full-time job tomorrow. It’s back to the daily grind which I’m looking forward to and dreading at the same time. While I’ve enjoyed my time working freelance, it’s become apparent that this is what is best for my family’s financial stability. But the commuting, lunch packing, and stringent schedule have me less than thrilled.
I hate asking for help. It’s a major character flaw that upon reflection has spawned nearly every mistake I’ve ever made. Most of this stems from my deep desire to look smart and appear as if I have everything figured out.
Instead of buying into the “new year, new me” hype of making promises to myself I’ll never keep, I’ve spent some time reflecting on things I did well in 2019 and will continue to focus on improving in 2020.
Now that it’s December, many of the people I follow on LinkedIn and Twitter are talking about 2020 goals. It’s December 2nd! I get that we’re only talking about 1/12 of the entire year, but the way I see it we still have a little bit of productivity to squeeze out of 2019. Sure, there is value in planning and setting expectations, but it’s too easy to get caught up in thinking ahead. If you’re always looking off into the distance, you’ll never notice what’s right in front of your face.
I didn’t set out to take the month of November off from blogging. After writing every day in October I was looking forward to taking a bit of a breather. Then one day turned into two, two into three and before I knew it thirty.
This morning as I was driving my boys to school Ollie, who turned 11 yesterday said, “The thing I hate about getting older is all the projects.” My immediate reaction was to bust out laughing. He was referring to the increasing number of school projects he’s been assigned in 5th grade in comparison to prior years, but I couldn’t help laugh at an 11-year-old opining about aging.
